Lili's POV
I climb up the stairs, eager to see what Harry was up to up here. He said he'd be right back, but it's been an uneasy amount of time. I make it to the top of the stairs and see that my room was the only room with a light on, so he must be in there. The door was only cracked open, which I found slightly odd, but I went for it anyway.
I walk up to the door and open it. But what I saw made my heart shatter into a million pieces. My breath hitched in my throat and I felt like I could no longer breathe.
There they stood...kissing.
I wanted to run away covering my eyes, but the shock froze my body in place and I couldn't move. All I could manage to do was watch. I watched as the man I had just spent the last month with kissed the girl who did this same thing on my birthday three years ago.
His name was Eric. He was absolutely gorgeous... but so was she. She knew I liked him, and I'm fully convinced that's why she slept with him. They broke up six months later, but I'm honestly not surprised.
I'm not sure why she did this though. It could be because she wants to make my life miserable and prove that she's better than me, or maybe it was simply the fact that he's Harry Styles. Meaning she's either a fan or wants to be able to say she kissed him. I don't know and I don't really care to find out.
No matter her reasoning, it still hurt.
Harry's eyes make contact with mine and he quickly pushes her away, their lips disconnecting. I stand there, still unable to move.
He quickly rushes over to me, and his hands place themselves on my elbows.
"Lili," he breathes out, distress clearly written all over his face.
I move my arms away from his grip, taking a step back. The hurt on his face made me feel guilty, but that guilt was nothing compared to the hurt I felt right now.
"This is it," I shake my head vigorously, looking up at Harry, "this is the bad thing." I let out a silent sob, more like a shaky breath, as a tear falls from my eye.
"Lili, please let me-"
"How could you let her do this?" I ask, my heart continuously breaking. I felt almost as if the shards from my shattering heart were falling down and piercing the insides of my stomach.
"I promise, she kissed me," he defends quickly. "I just came up here to get one of your presents that I forgot a-and she must've followed me up here." He looked so stressed out, making me believe his story even more. "You know I would never do something like this to you. Especially not with her. And especially not on your birthday."
"Oh please," I hear Jordan say from behind Harry, causing me to look past Harry at her. "He was practically throwing himself all over me."
"Is that a fucking joke?!" Harry looks as if his blood was boiling, turning around to face her.
"Lili," she continues, completely disregarding his presence. She takes a step forward, grabbing me by the wrists and staring into my eyes. "Take it from me, an old friend, you need to keep an eye on your little boyfriend here. If he can't handle himself around me, I don't know how you expect him to handle himself around all those models he hangs out with."
"I..." I trail off, looking back at Harry. He was silent...hurt written all over his face.
"Babe," he croaks out, his voice breaking. He's never called me that up until now...I didn't know what to do. I inhale a shaky breath, turning back to Jordan.
It wasn't necessarily that I knew Harry wouldn't do something like this, though I'm sure he wouldn't. It was the fact that I know Jordan would do something like this.
"Lili, I swear," she pleads. "I mean, come on, we've known each other a whole lot longer than you've known Harry. Don't you trust me?"
I had a final choice to make...who I believed. She was right, I have known her longer. But what she failed to realize is what I've known about her for that long.
I looking between Harry and Jordan before finally looking at Jordan, taking a deep breath. A smile of relief spreads over her face, letting me know I made the right decision.
"I think it would be best if you leave," I say to her, trying to keep my cool.
"What?!" She shrieks. "But don't you believe me?"
"No," I say simply, the fact that Harry was standing behind me was the only thing helping me stay sane.
"That's total bullshit. You're gonna believe some guy you just met over me?!" She says in disbelief.
I take a step forward, my face inches away from hers.
"Harry didn't sleep with the guy I liked on my birthday," I say through gritted teeth. My annoyance was like an overfull water balloon and I was about to burst at any given moment. She looked surprised. "Yeah, I remember. And I'm still not over it. So I highly suggest you see yourself out."
"Oh please." She tilts her head to the side. "Like you ever had a chance with him anyway."
I'd had it with her. I wanted her out of my house and out of my life...forever.
On impulse, I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her toward the door. She screamed under my grip and swat at my arm, but I continued to drag her out. I felt like it was the only way.
"You're gonna rip my hair out," she yells out as she follows me down the stairs. I hear Jess running, then I see her in the hallway next to the staircase.
As soon as we reach the bottom of the flight of stairs, I open the door, pushing her out. I immediately lock the door once she was outside, hoping to keep her out.
"What happened?" Jess asks, her jaw sweeping the floor.
"That's what else I need to figure out," I say, looking up the stairs. Harry was still in my bedroom, most likely waiting for me to come back.
I swallow my nerves and begin to climb up the stairs. What was I even going to say to him? Oh, sorry I accused you of cheating on me with the girl I hate more than anyone.
I reach my bedroom door in a matter of seconds, slowly walking into my room. Harry day on the edge of my bed, his hands holding his head above his knees. I knock softly on the open door to get his attention and his head immediately springs up.
The moment his glossy eyes meet mine, he stands up, walking over to me swiftly. Before I could even think of something to say him, his arms are wrapped tightly around my shoulders and his face is burying itself into the crook of my neck.
"I would never do that to you," he says against my shoulder, shaking his head. "Never in a million years. Kill me if I ever do, okay?"
"Okay." I chuckle, rubbing his back softly. He pulls away from our embrace, staring into my soul.
"I feel absolutely terrible. I should've stopped her before it even happened, but she caught me off guard and you came in right before I could push her away. And she was strong...like abnormally strong. So when I tried to push her away the first time, I didn't think I needed to use as much force," he rambles, frantically trying to explain himself.
"Hey," I say calmly, placing my hand on his cheek, "it's okay, you don't need to explain yourself. I believe you."
Though I believed him, it didn't make the situation hurt any less. And Jordan kissing Harry only have me further reasoning to believe that today was in fact cursed.
"I'm sorry." He looks down, sighing. "I tried to make today a good day for you, but I failed. I didn't want your memory of your first birthday with me to be something bad, but that idea is obviously fucked."
"It wasn't your fault." I shake my head vigorously. "I should've dragged her out the moment she got here. I knew the moment I saw her she was going to mess something up. And when she said she was going to the bathroom...I should've known something was up."
"Why did she even come?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.
"She likes to torment me." I shrug. "I'm not even sure why she just...finds pleasure in it."
"That's fucked up."
"To say the least." A moment of silence passes by before my curiosity strikes. "Why did you come up here anyway?"
"Oh," he says, reaching into his pocket, "I forgot one of your presents."
He pulls out a small box and I feel my heart stop and drop to my stomach. It was a ring box.
"Harry I can't-"
"Relax, I'm not proposing," he tells me with a chuckle. I feel myself calm down a bit, but I was still confused.
"You asked me why you had never seen this ring of mine," he begins, holding out his hand for me to see. "You hadn't seen it because I just got it that day along with..." He opens the box, revealing a ring. "This."
The ring was the filling to the cutout in the ring he wore. I felt my body warm up as I gasped.
"I saw it in the window of a jewelry shop and thought it would be cool." He shrugs. "I feel like it represents us missing each other when we're apart."
He takes the ring out and slips it onto the ring finger of my right hand. Surprisingly enough, it fit perfectly.
"And the timing is perfect," he continues, "since I'm leaving tomorrow." I stare down at the silver ring as he talks, still listening. "And we've spent the most time together in the mountains."
I look up at him, tears brimming my eyes. He was so incredibly thoughtful, it almost made me insecure. Practically every single thing he's gotten me for my birthday has had some sort of sentimental meaning behind it, and that astonished me.
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a/n: sorry if you don't like cheesy things but harry's a green bay fan so ð